Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
As soon as I did, Theo pulled back, letting a cool sweep of air wash over my hot clit.
I hissed, convulsing at the loss, and Theo stood abruptly, grabbing my hands in his. He spun me until I faced the shelf, slamming me into it again as more books fell to the floor.
“I told you to keep these here,” he said, peeling my arms up overhead until my fingers wrapped around the shelf again.
I whimpered, and Theo grinned against my neck, kissing me soft at first as his hands trailed down my back. Those kisses became harder and harder, little nips and bites between tender licks and sucks, and then his hand slipped between my butt cheeks, index finger swiping through the wet desire he’d created.
My orgasm rushed back to me, ready to ignite, just with that one brush of skin.
“Please,” I begged, and Theo sucked my ear, sliding his fingers a little farther up to brush my clit.
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
“I already am.”
“Inside,” I breathed. “Finger me, Theo. Show me what you’ve wanted to do to me all summer.”
Theo growled at my confidence, biting my neck so hard I winced, but he immediately plunged a finger inside me in the next breath and all the pain was replaced by a hot, searing pleasure.
I gasped, sucking in what I didn’t realize was my last full breath of oxygen. Theo wrapped his free hand around my waist, reaching down and flattening his palm against my clit. He didn’t circle it, didn’t rub it — he just placed his warm palm there so that every time he thrust his finger into me from behind, my pelvis rocked, rubbing my clit against his hand.
“Theo,” I cried, panting, meeting his finger thrust for thrust where he penetrated me.
“Yes.”
It was one simple word, permission and a command all at once. My body obliged the request, and in a trembling siege of fire, stars blacking out my vision as I let go.
I moaned so loud I knew the whole crew could hear, but I didn’t care. It was like every ounce of pent-up desire I’d been holding onto since the moment I laid eyes on Theo erupted out of me in a violent volcano. I gripped the shelf hard, trying to hold myself up while my hips rocked, Theo’s hand rubbing my clit while the other fingered me mercilessly.
And in the next breath, I fell still, collapsing in his arms.
Theo chuckled, kissing my messy hair. “That’s my girl,” he whispered.
I wanted to laugh, too, but Theo turned me quickly, finally releasing my hands as he met my eager kisses. My orgasm was still floating through me, like earthquake tremors warning of another impending danger, and I used the adrenaline to hold my hands steady as I tugged at his tie, the buttons of his dress shirt, shoving his jacket over his shoulders and hastily ripping at the belt around his waist as he shrugged the jacket the rest of the way off.
We were all hands and mouths and moans as I stripped him, and the only time we broke contact was for him to kick out of his shoes and step out of the pants and briefs I’d stripped down to his ankles.
Then, he stood before me, all mountains of muscles and valleys of hard, toned, tanned skin. He stood tall and powerful, shoulders square and back, those steel eyes watching me over the slightly crooked bridge of his nose as he stroked his thick, pulsing cock.
It was the wrong time to be thinking of Joel. I knew it, but I couldn’t help it when I saw the beast Theo unleashed. I’d seen one penis in real life before, and it was Joel’s.
And compared to Theo’s, Joel’s member was a joke.
Theo Whitman might as well have walked off a porn set, the way the veins lined his beautiful, perfectly shaped cock. The mushroom head was thick and beaded with pre-cum, and he swiped his thumb over the drop, moaning as he coated himself with it.
I was still staring, still trying to comprehend how it would fit inside me when he quickly made his way to the bedside table. He pulled out a condom and rolled it over himself before making his way back to me at the bookshelf.
“You look scared,” he mused with an arched brow.
I shook my head, even though he wasn’t far from the truth. “I just want you.”
“How?” he asked, palming my breasts and pushing my back against the shelves again. I hissed at the bruising kiss he gave me next, gasping as his tongue massaged mine.
“Here,” I said, grabbing his muscular ass and pulling him closer. “Now.”
Theo growled, hiking my thigh up just like he had when he went down on me. Only this time, he lifted my ass until it sat mostly in his hands and half on one of the bookshelves. Then, he lowered his hips, reached down between us, and positioned himself at my entrance.